Bill and Sandy's truck sat about hundred feet or so off the roadway. As I reached the top looked over and saw Big Bill waving me over. Walked over and...he was setting in a homemade wooden chair under a canopy on side of camper. Calling to Sandy he yelled "bring out some cold ones as Pete is here". We all wore a white pants and shirt at the track for races and had our names on left shirt pocket. Big Bill motioned for me to set down on the seat setting beside the camper. Was a old school bus bench. If you know this feeling, you have either been in some deep unsolvable problems, or you had a nasty accident. Either way, I'm glad you've overcome it and are now reading this.There I was, in my bed, opening one message after the other. They were really bad messages from my friends, my family, and even some people from the company I worked at, but there were also many of them from numbers I didn't have in my phonebook. Some of the messages had a link in them, it was a link leading to a public. . Did he care? ... No, not really. He was an alumnus of the I dont give a fuck school, majoring in do whatever pleases you, with a minor in whatever works. He had no further ambitions beyond working his shifts as a garbage man, and working the streets as a perv in his spare time afterwards.It was a weekday afternoon in the fall, as grey and sticky as it can get. Fred was doing his final round of the shift for the day, standing erect (no pun intended) on one side of a slow-moving but noisy. Dr Vanaja then applied gel in her hands and started to apply the gel all over Umesh cock and balls. Then Dr Murthy started to measure the cock to the stimulus and then Dr Vanaja started to masturbate Umesh, She put her hands and wrapped it around the cock and pulled the foreskin up and down. Umesh was breathing hard now and after 15 minutes of jacking he had not still shot his load. Now Dr Vanaja bent down and sucked the huge head into her mouth to increase the stimulus. Then she began to beat.